Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

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Panic, gewone and sharp, clawed at Celia for the first time. Her mind spun into chaos. She never imagined Vivian hadn’t green any blood in all. She wasn’t even Flora’s daughter. All of her blood, every drop, was useless.

It she held back and refined to give more blood, she could not just stand by and watch Flora die. Her mind raced, “Where on earth an I supposed to get the blood now?”

Then an adra struck her. Celia’s trembling hands stilled, her face went chalk–white, and her eyes rolled back as she collapsed.

Lauckily, Quentin caught Celia before she hit the floor.

No or noticed that in that moment of feigned weakness, only Sylvia stood directly in front of Celia. Silently, Celia mourled a single word, “Matthew”

Sylvia caught on instantly, her face a mask of frantic worry. “Lady Celía must have lost too much blood. She just couldn’t hould im any longer

Shwr bn her lip, her voice trembling. “But what about the blood? We can’t take more from her. What if we ruin her health permanently

Faced with his beautiful, prized daughter, a father’s concern won out in Quentin. He frowned, thought for a moment, and made a decision “Send for Matthew. Bring him back.

“As the eldest son, it’s his duty to care for his ailing mother. Celia sacrificed for him six years ago. Now it’s his turn to step

up

A subtle tension drained from Sylvia’s shoulders. She let out a quiet breath.

Beatrice noted Sylvia’s reaction. She was complex but didn’t dwell on it, assuming Sylvia was simply relieved for Celia’s sake.

After all, Sylvia had served Flora for years and practically helped raise Celia herself. Celia was gentle and sweet, far more pleasant than Vivian, with her moods and her distance. Their closeness made sense.

Have Desmond go to Pinecrest Academy himself, Beatrice instructed. “Don’t delay.” She was no fool. Celia was already injured and unconscious; she wouldn’t force the girl to bleed herself dry,

Simon was only seven. That left Matthew, studying away from home, as the clear choice.

Inside Vivian’s mind, the System sighed, ‘Host, Celia truly has Fortune on her side. Her tactics are sharp. Taking back all the Golden Plumes from her won’t be a walk in the park.”

“Difficult doesn’t mean impossible,” Vivian thought back. She never believed she could dismantle the foundation Celia and Sylvia had built over so many years with just a few swift moves. What she needed was patience. It was a slow, steady game to win in the end.

“At least I didn’t come away empty–handed,” Vivian mused, a sly glint in her eyes.

The System was puzzled.

Vivian said, “Everything has its limits. Too much of a good thing is just as bad as too little. Sylvia’s concern for Celia has already crossed the line of what’s proper for a concubine toward the legitimate family.

“Grandmother is starting to notice. Once that seed of doubt is planted, the fog lifts. People start seeing all the little clues they’d missed before.”

Pinecrest Academy was pretty far from Aurestus, so by the time Matthew finally dragged himself into Hearthstone Court, it was already late the next night. He was exhausted and covered in dust.

When he saw his mother lying there unconscious and Celia looking ghostly pale, and then Vivian sitting nearby, cheeks rosy and full of life, his stomach dropped. The difference hit him hard.

He just couldn’t wrap his head around why Flora was so trusting, accepting Vivian as her own daughter. It was just asking for

trouble.

Matthew clenched his fists. “Get out,” he said coldly.

Vivian’s eyes welled up. “Matt, did I do something wrong?” Normally, she’d call him Matthew, but today she was deliberately copying Celia, using “Matt” just to get under his skin.

And it worked. Matthew’s face turned stormy. Ignoring Vivian, he looked straight at Beatrice. “Grandmother, I heard Celia gave blood for Mother last night, but someone switched it out so the remedy wouldn’t work. Did you catch the thief yet?”

He didn’t spell it out, but his meaning was clear. In his eyes, Vivian was the one behind it.

Vivian had stooped that low just to mess with Celia and even sabotaged Flora, who’d only tried to help her get ahead. He wanted nothing to do with the heartless Vivian.

Beatrice had already sent her most trusted maid to investigate, but they’d come up empty.

According to Celia, she’d slit her arm, collected the blood in a bowl, left it in her room, and stepped out to bandage the wound. She had no idea if anyone slipped in or out while she was gone.

The maids and servants hanging around the courtyard just stammered when questioned. Nobody could give a straight answer. Everyone had assumed Flora would bounce back once she took the medicine. No one saw this mess coming.

Beatrice shook her head slowly.

Matthew didn’t step up to offer his own blood. Instead, he shot Vivian a furious glare. “I’m asking you. Where were you last night?”

“Matt, do you really think I could do something like that?” Vivian’s voice was soft, almost wounded, as she walked right up to

him.

“It’s not because you’re my half–sister. It’s because you’ve pulled stuff like this before,” Matthew shot back, his voice cold and sharp.

“Remember that palace party? When you made a scene waving that basket to lure the bear? And after all that, you still managed to piss off the Crown Prince.

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“So tell me, Vivian. How does it feel to play games and end up getting burned?”

With Celia in his ear, Matthew’s dislike for Vivian had only grown. And now, he didn’t even bother hiding it.

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“Matt, Vivian replied, her tone cool and measured, “if you’re just throwing accusations at me, that’s a family matter. I won’t make a big deal out of it.

“But since you brought up the palace party, let me give you some sisterly advice. Watch your mouth.”

“You’re nobody to me,” Matthew sneered, voice dripping with contempt.

Vivian didn’t back down. “I protected Prince Nicholas and Edward at the Imperial Menagerie. I even got a royal commendation for it.

“If you keep questioning what I did, people who know us might just think you’ve got it out for me. But the ones who don’t, they could start thinking you’re actually unhappy with His Majesty.”

Vivian let the words hang in the air, and they hit Matthew like a punch to the gut.

“Vivian, shut your mouth!” Quentin burst out, his face pale. He looked desperate to cut her off before she dug them all into a deeper hole.

The Snyder family’s

noble status was already hanging by a thread. One wrong move and everything could come crashing down. If the wrong person overheard what Vivian had just said, they’d be ruined.

Quentin was absolutely furious.